When I ran back home, I wasn’t prepared for the reminders of him everywhere I turned. I certainly never expected Keegan to follow. I thought I made myself clear - we were through. I didn’t want anything to do with him. But, he inserted himself back into my life, and there was nothing I could do.

I pushed he pulled.I ran and he chased me.I cried and he wiped away the tears.He just wouldn’t give up, and the battle my head and my heart are waging, is one I don’t want to be a part of. You see my head says be strong, but my heart is saying I belong to him, and always will.What does one do when her heart can easily forgive, yet her head refuses to. Can Keegan, and I restore our fairy tale, or will our story be closed for good?

When I wake in the morning there is no confusion about where I am or who I am cuddled up with. I knew the moment he whispered in my ears last night that I would wake up in his arms.Keegan's grip on me is tight, like he's afraid that I'll try to escape. The rise and fall of his chest against me is soothing. As I lie awake, I recall the events of last night. His sweet words were my downfall. You would think that since I am sure of his feelings, we could continue our fairy tale. I wish it were that easy, but it's not. Do we need more time? Is this time we have here together enough for me to forgive him? This is why I need girlfriends, ones I can run to when I need advice, girls I trust. There's Reese, but hello, she's practically part of the James family now. A fact that is still so surreal to me.Keegan is waking up. His breathing isn't as deep any longer, and his body is suddenly stiff, as if he's afraid to move and wake me.He nuzzles my neck and sighs. His grip on me tightens, and I consider pretending I'm asleep just to see how this whole spooning-and-the-morning–after thing plays out. Unfortunately, someone else is awake as well."Busted.""Morning, Dad.""Morning, Rick." Keegan follows my greeting.My father is staring down at us, and I'm reminded of the times he caught Keegan in my room when we were younger. He's trying to be bothered by our sleeping arrangement, but he isn't really."You know, there are perfectly comfortable beds upstairs for both of you to sleep in separately." He emphasizes the separate part. He walks out of the room, and we both let out the laughter we have been holding in."I hope you slept comfortably," Keegan says.Surprisingly, I don't even remember being uncomfortable, or waking. Which proves the kind of effect his touch has on me. It's like a drug; if they could bottle it up I'd be addicted."Actually, I was in someone's death grip all night." I smile."I didn't hurt you, did I?" I can hear the concern in his voice."Of course not, I'm just kidding." I almost make the mistake of telling him it felt nice, and beg him to not let go. Thankfully my brain takes over, and I don't.I sit up and put both my feet on the floor. I smile at him, noticing that he hasn't shaved in a couple days. I've never seen him with stubble before, and I have to look away, imagining what it would feel like across my skin."I'm going to start coffee and make breakfast," I tell him as I remove myself from our cozy shelter. We both know that last night's sleeping arrangements aren't permanent. No matter how good it felt to be in his arms.

Mindy has been in love with love, as long as she can remember. As a child, you could find Mindy engrossed in fairytale books and dreaming of her happily ever after. She was lucky enough to find her prince charming and lives in Ohio with him and her four precarious children.